Discliamer: No matter how many times I put it on my list to Santa, I do not own Dead Poets Society
The Cloudy Side of Life: When You Say Nothing At All
That's when Meeks noticed Neil and Charlie were staring at each other. Not in a passionate 'I'm raping you with my eyes' kind of way, but in an intense angry macho way. For a moment he considered the possibility that it was maybe another ultimate staring contest, but, no Charlie was definitely blinking.
Glass still pressed to his lips Meeks' eyes darted between Neil and Charlie neither of whom had moved or spoken a word. Then it hit him, like a swift kick in the shins.
What had originally started off as their 1st year history teacher's clever way of getting the boys to be quiet had quickly developed into a war of wills. With people placing bets on who they thought could go the longest without speaking. But the last time anyone had actually had a silent contest was years ago. Back when girls still had cooties and Cameron was making a neat little profit on selling cootie shots for 15 cents each.
"You're having a silent contest aren't you?" He sighed.
Everyone else, (Besides Neil and Charlie who were now staring intensely at each other while shoveling large amounts of what may or may not be eggs into their mouths.) turned to glare at Meeks.
"Shhhhh! We're betting on who's going to talk first! While you were saying that somebody might have said something."
"Well yes, but Knox, somebody could have also said something while you were telling me off for talking." Meeks reasoned rolling his eyes and once again (and not for the last time that day) wondering if he was the only sane one in the group.
"Well...whatever, are you going to place a bet or what?" Knox asked begrudgingly.
The redhead's eyes lit up behind his glasses. "Sure, 20 bucks on Todd." Just because he didn't approve of their antics of this didn't mean he couldn't make money off of them.
AN: Oh Meeks, I love you and your sly ways. He totally won that bet to, I mean come on, Charlie or Neil vs. Todd at being quiet? No contest.
Steven Meeks should have known something was up when he sat down at his usual seat for breakfast. For one it was much, much too quiet. Especially considering that most days someone was begging him for answers from last night's homework the moment he sat down. For a brief moment his mind considered the happy possibility that maybe everyone had actually taken some initiative and completed all their homework. Though his mind quickly dismissed that theory and he snorted into his orange Tang.